After breakfast, as my Wife packed Her bag to leave for the office …
Me: I’ve got to run an errand and it’s cold – do you want a lift to the station?
She accepted.

5min later, in the station car park, She unbuckled Her seatbelt and leant towards me as if for a kiss.
I can’t say I wasn’t a little surprised.
Me: Oh. We’re doing this, are we?
Her: It’s a tradition.
You could see Her point. As far back as the 1950s, a dutiful wife has packed her hard working husband’s lunch, put a fresh carnation in his button-hole and given him a peck on the cheek as he left for work. In more recent years, [Ed: amongst many other changes] that tradition has merely relocated to the station car park.
Me: Not ours.
Her: Not recently …
I leant in slightly, She kissed me on the cheek, and got out of the car.

There’s much detail from the last 12 months that I have not blogged about. There have been some dark times, not least in terms of Our marriage, but truth be told, there have been occasional hints of change. One of these has been, in recent weeks, my Wife’s comment that She misses physical affection – the cuddle on the sofa. Not for the first time I was surprised. Considering She has also commented that She isn’t bothered if She never has sex again, and that She doesn’t know if She can give me the sort of relationship I want (which I have taken to mean sexually), and even in recent days that She feels no sexual deisre, you can see how this might all be a little confusing. I know sex and intimacy aren’t the same, but for most people they are not mutually exclusive.

And granted, again in the last few days, We have mutually made a commitment to snuggling up on the sofa every night (and to go for a walk every day) all with the aim of finding out if We could be comfortable enough with eachother to fuck ever again. So the peck on the cheek isn’t exclusively without precedent. But for me, the Spanish Inquisition was slightly more foreseeable.



3 Responses to “Tradition”

  1. Maybe it’s not an old tradition, but a new start?

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